Isolation

And once we have walkedAlone along this broad beach,And become connoisseurs of sand,We then turn to the ocean-torn rock,To ones foam-formed, bare,Who thinking themselves into sadness,Beat against this tide.

Do such tears ascendWhen no one seesThe friendly cloud,Alone in the high blue?

Do these drops Glide free off feathersWith ease, like flamesLick their food?

Deep beneath that seaLies a sleeping hunger;The fire beneath those sands, Under our earth,One day will riseTo catch the skyIn Her palm.

Darkness will fleeBefore this Black,Before Her all named will gather;All children, never chosen,Sides aligned, shall fall allLike stars into Her ocean,Each drop burned away,Dissolved in that gentle smile.

But for now our world,Which is one, only broken,Choking beside Her fruited Tree;These numbered lines,So freely defined,While there behindThese coils thus counted,One and one and oneAre we.